Another report indicated she was 350 miles away mid-afternoon yesterday. So, she’s had time to get there. Apparently the crew took a pirate hostage and the captain volunteered to be the pirate’s hostage. They then worked out a swap, but the pirates welched on the deal. The crew’s now trying to bribe then with food. (”The steaks? No way. Ten cases of Spam for the captain, that’s our final offer. “Okay, okay, and a carton of Oreos.”)
With dawn arriving, when the clowns in the lifeboat see that r-e-a-l-l-y big grey ship nearby, I suspect a deal won’t be far off.
Musing:
Her Seahawks could have been there in two hours, but wouldn’t have had much loiter time.
Made the trade them kill’em.